With a kiss on my forehead he said goodbye, and walked away
waving to me. I was left sitting on the ground in front of my
barrack, dazed. I wanted to cry out and scream. I just sat and
watched while Dad was walking away towards his barrack and
kept waving all along. The next day when I returned from work,
I hurried to see father in his barrack, but he was gone. They
were all removed the night before and taken away to an unknown
destination.
I
returned to my barrack with the gift I had made up the night
before: a package with a pair of warm socks and a piece of
bread and a chocolate bar we received from the Red Cross the
week before. I had saved it for a special occasion and I had
brought it all back. I sat down on my bunk and was shocked
from the bad news. I knew in my heart that father was gone
forever, and I couldn't do a thing. I cried like I never cried
before; my tears were forming like rivers all over me, somehow
I blamed myself, thinking that maybe I could have helped
father somehow, but everything happened so fast and he was
gone forever."
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